The Year I Tried to Kill My Love

Tin Men Cry Out of Spite

Solitude Spreads Within the Heart's Corridors Like Cancerous Cells

Detachment From Your Soft Skin Would Be the Source of My Ills

I Know That I've Promised You to Never Allow Myself to Love, but I Must Fail!

The Same Year I Tried to Kill My Love, You Were Ever Present Within My Dreams